-do you ever wish you could trade lives with someone? Who and why?
-do you believe any conspiracy theories?
-what are your personal values? Your morals that you don't think will ever change?
-do you have a comfort food?
-if you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?
-if you could turn into any animal, what would it be and why?
-do you regret anything you've done?
-have you ever felt guilty for hurting someone?
(all can also answer all lol)
He shifts his position on the floor, as if that would give him any comfort. His eyes look red and puffy, and he refuses to make eye contact.
"When I was younger, I wanted the life of all those famous heroes you see on TV. But now," he clenches his teeth, his bottom lip quivering, "If I could switch with Vari, I'd do it in a heartbeat. He... he doesn't deserve this."
He takes a moment to steady his breath before processing your next questions. "I'm not big on conspiracy theories, no." He responds, "As for my morals, well, I've never really thought about it, but all I want is to help people. To minimize harm, as much as possible. Isn't that what being a hero is about?"
Vari lay on his cheap bed, his occasional movements jostling his injuries and causing him to whimper in pain. The right side of his jaw is now deep purple.
"I..." his mind drifts back to that night, when Blake took him in house. When he patched up his wounds and Vari felt the safest he had in god knows how long. "I like chicken and, and rice." He replies, recalling the warm meal Blake had prepared for him.
Blake, who was only in there because Vari was a coward. The hero who had shown him so much kindness, and all he had gotten in return was betrayal. "I wish I, I had never called Sir, that night." He confesses, and you can see unshed tears glistening in his eyes. "I should have, should have just taken my, my punishment and left Bl- Ignis, alone."
There is a pocket of silence, in which he closes his eyes, lost in what looks like a daydream. "I've always liked birds." He responds, "I like how they fly and, and they're not afraid of falling. They're free." He curls into himself, as if ashamed of his next sentence. "I'm sorry, this, this is going to sound stupid. But sometimes I, I do wish I could be one, too." His eyes drift to the black, tattoo-like pattern on his wrists. "Maybe then, I, I could be free too."
"Regret, hmm.." he holds his chin, pretending to think. "Yes, employing that useless rat might be my biggest one. But well, maybe I've gotten too attached to his pathetic whimpering to kick him out now." He lets out a laugh. "He might be bad at his job, but he's great if you wanna blow out some steam. I'll let you have a go too, if you wish."
The next question catches him off guard, like there's word he does not understand. "Guilty? Why would I feel guilty?" He scoffs. "I did what I had to in order to be where I am today. There's nothing to feel guilty about, I only played by the rules."
